Little Nothings

And the chapters seem to end before they begin

Makes you want to not write anymore
Memories subvert
Correlations forgotten,

I wonder what your mind reads into it
The illusions that resurface every third day
It's all too obvious isn't it?
Sweet salvation in another's pain.

There are worlds we choose to ignore
Lost in our own translations
Of what could be and what could have been
There are worlds we choose to forget.

Fragrant is the air tonight with little nothings
Rains that come hither and flee
Cold waves of unwanted misery
This winter hurts me so.

Posted at at 7:14 PM on Friday, December 18, 2009 by Posted by Shimmer | 2 comments   | Filed under: , , ,

Little Things

They tower over us, these placid rocks

It's funny when they speak so small
Think smaller, get your mind muddled
And then where do you go?

It's not that I don't comprehend
I'd rather ignore the obvious for my peace.

We have no space to live
When our souls are cluttered so
When your tongue's this sharp so
When my eyes are narrowed so.

It's not that I cant see
I just prefer make believe
Don't you?

I'm left with no words to rhyme
It's probably time, taking me down with it
A worrisome companion
I lag.

It's not that I cant hear you calling
I'd rather come of my own accord.

You leaned into me tonight
And after so long, I felt my breath get caught
An unsteady step can only take you so far
But it took me to you.

It's not that I cant live without you
It's just that I'd rather not.

Posted at at 9:09 AM on Tuesday, December 15, 2009 by Posted by Shimmer | 4 comments   | Filed under: , , , ,

The ONE person i'd do absolutely ANYTHING for...


My little sis... Not so little.. but what the heck! How do I describe her? Fiercely independent, funny, hard working, loving and extremely smart... She's always been the angel in my life, guiding me through the worst of things, without even knowing it...

She's turning twenty today... and I pray with all my heart that she's growing up to be the person she's always wanted to be... There hasn't been a day when I've wished we could close the little gaps that have grown between us.. But such is life and I'm glad you're around when you are... Love you... Happy Birthday Chai!!

Posted at at 7:24 PM on Sunday, December 13, 2009 by Posted by Shimmer | 1 comments   | Filed under:

When College Work's Fun

Well, Shobhana Ma'am decided to throw us a bone, and this is what came out of it. My assignment for literature class, where we had to prove a certain piece of anything - music, sculpture, photograph, a donkey, absolutely anything really - is Art. I decided to do it on Hand hole by Lounge Piranha. Hopefully I haven't ended up massacring it. :-/

Hand Hole

Hand Hole, by Lounge Piranha, is a work of art that exudes sundry emotions and childish conviction, both artfully combined to give us a peep into beauty that is as unblemished, as it is rare.



What caught my attention when it came to this song, was the complete lack of pretension with which the music just flowed from the first strum to the final wail of the unassuming guitars.The music and the lyrics, hand in hand, take you through a series of interconnected strands of thought that could be, or must be, the sum of human existence, as we know it today. The level of understanding between the band members is apparent in it's flawless flow, with nothing there to distract you from it. Not even for a moment do we feel threatened by the music, which at first listen might just seem like "easy listening".



It's only by my third or fourth sitting with Hand Hole that I could finally feel the pull of the song - the soul strewn out in shy little bits, till finally you have a beating heart in your hands and the music filling your being. It's there in the quiet, insistent vocals that plead and demand in equal measure; the wailing guitars that glide high and low giving you images of a tiny red boat rocking on black waves; the bass that comes in intermittent rushes and goes along with the freakishly slow heartbeat of the song; and finally the drums that put the rhythm outside the song, fleshing it out. The arpeggio whirlwind that you catch at the end of the chorus is the one departure that Tambe (the guitarist) decides to make in this song. To me, it's this tiny melody, which sound so heart wrenchingly positive in the midst of all the melancholic wailing, that gives this song its little beauty spot.


The lyrics give this song its artistic value, not just because of the words themselves, but because of the way it's been tattooed into the skin of the music, with persistent vigor. The fact of social alienation and intellectual dumbing down is no stranger to any of us. When Kamal in all its futility mutters, "more than this human", I (if no one else) immediately empathize. The chorus, which is summed up in five words drives in the solution to all our problems, his road to absolution, his Five Commandments, if you will. And if the first verse sounds a tad too defensive, the second stanza is a direct onslaught and it's now the listeners turn to squirm in their chairs. But then the chorus comes in just in time to absolve you of your sins and show you that there's hope after all. The structure reminds me a lot of a Petrarchan sonnet, with the opposing dilemnas presented in two seperate stanzas and a chorus tha gives a kind of summation.


The title of the song makes just one appearance in the whole song, right at the end. It's like this bone you throw to a dog. That's exactly what this phrase does to me. Is Kamal religious? Is he making a political statement? -grin- Is this supposed to be too sacred to be discussed here? What is it's purpose? To me, the ambiguity of the song, is centered right here in the title. For all you know he is just another believer, and we are all being taken for a ride. Or maybe he was just being so naive that he thought we could all see it from the beginning. But when he repeats the phrase over and over at the end, you know that he knows that you know, and thats where I get stumped by this song all over again.

So now that I've vaguely put across my point, I'd like to reaffirm some of the vague things I mentioned earlier. This song Hand Hole, is a work off art, in its purest, most untouched form. The style of the song remains mellow, undramatic and withdrawn, giving away the tone immediately - disillusionment coupled with a splash of hope somewhere in there. It's intention is pure hearted - Be more, Live! To me this song is hope, when I see none (and I mean it) - my light at the end of the tunnel - Hand Hole!

Posted at at 8:17 AM on Friday, December 11, 2009 by Posted by Shimmer | 1 comments   | Filed under:

Relationships seem like such bull crap sometimes. All this teen angst and woe begone days of waiting and moping around... bull crap.

I do not like that buzz in my ear. The sound of things coming to an end. It's a bee you can't bat away. Not with your prayers, not with all the good will you wish on yourself and the world around you. Not even with love... cos lets face it. there's no such thing.

Posted at at 11:55 PM on Sunday, December 6, 2009 by Posted by Shimmer | 1 comments   | Filed under:

And DamNit... we're on!!




clockwise : sammy on the bass, johnny on the drums, vivek on the lead, and vimal on the vocals and rhytms.



vivek looks so adorable in this one.all cuteness happening.
sam refuses to give any other look than the one he's giving right now.
johnny's well... johnny.
and our hero would rather just smirk contemptuously than give anything that wud resemble a smile.

Posted at at 9:09 AM on Friday, December 4, 2009 by Posted by Shimmer | 1 comments   | Filed under: , , ,

Moonshine

We need some moonshine tonight

Alone and lonely and alone
We need some moonshine tonight
As the runaway stops to roam.

And home is not the place to be
Tires that grind gravel like clouds
The wind that wants to slyly touch
Touch our burning skin
Sights waiting to be understood
Awakened, if you like
From their perilous slumber deaths...
Home surely can wait tonight.

Country folk save much to spare
Not even a fleeting glance
Dusty boots and rancid clothes
We would like a moment
Of naked humility
When we dance among ourselves
Bodies slithering, hands fumbling
Eyes riveted to the starless sky.

We give you free wisdom, we give you free love
We give you everything you want
If you will not touch our souls.
We give you our dreams, we give you our passion,
We give you everything you need
If you will not break our dolls.

And we need some moonshine tonight
To walk where we will, fill our spiritless minds
We want some moonshine tonight
To bring us back home.

Posted at at 8:21 AM on Sunday, October 25, 2009 by Posted by Shimmer | 4 comments   | Filed under: , ,